posted on Nov, 5 2007 @ 10:03 AM
I agree to a point, Disgustipated, and it's a sad state of affairs. But how are we defining "ufology" exactly, because I don't think it's
completely dead.
Is ufology defined and populated by those who regularly take a little time out to look up, camera in hand and full of hopeful expectation, or by those
who seek to make money out of UFOs and, ultimately, their believers? I ask because to me, based on all the wild, regurgitated stories and outlandish
claims littering the net, we simply can't and shouldn't include your average, staunch and level headed UFO believer in the term ufology because the
study of the phenomena has been overrun and tainted by new age claptrap, those after a quick buck, and the mentally derranged. I don't want to be
included as a proponent of the study of this phenomena if it's irretrevably lost to that kind of supporter.
Personally, I take the time to watch the skies and I have done ever since I discovered my first UFO book. I accept the reality of unknown things in
our atmosphere, yet have never seen anything anomalous, but that doesn't stop me believing those sane, normal folk who have. I've never seen Niagra
Falls in the flesh (so to speak), but I think it's a pretty safe bet it's there. Every time I look up I know there's things moving above
that we, being the man/woman in the street, have little to no idea about. Maybe, hopefully, somebody somewhere does.
Whenever the situation allows, I will introduce the subject of UFOs into everyday conversation. Doing this has lead to a revelation; it's surprising
just how many people accept the existence of UFOs. Unfortunately, most asume that UFOs mean alien and not unknown ariel objects. Light in the
sky equates to lil green, bug eyed monster.
Also, though a large proportion class UFOs as being the territory of the more recklessly enthusiastic, desperately needy members of society,
thankfully many more are willing to allow the concept into their lives, and don't find it awkward or embarrasing. I've spoken to friends and
acquaintances who are, amongst others, taxi drivers, builders, writers and ex military, and whilst I acknowledge those proffesions don't preclude the
dillusional, I can assure you they are all, very down to earth guys. Each and every one didn't have a problem with the subject and found it
fascinating. It's these folks, and the millions like them, who are keeping what used to be ufology afloat in it's purest form; simple, uncomplicated
and unshakeable interest in a subject that affects us all.
They give me hope.
Not so the so-called "whistleblowers" who are seemingly more concerned with the percentages they're going to recieve from their latest book. Or
DVD. Or tour.
Logically, if you are the bearer of smoking gun evidence, why not just do the right thing and go public with it? The money'll come afterwards, for
goodness sake. There won't be enough hours in the day for all the speeches and appearances you'll be asked to do, and you'll go down in history as
the person who revealed to the world that we do have neighbours.
But that'd be logical, wouldn't it?
Ufology is also struggling to survive the insiduous onslaught of self proclaimed mystics who are supposedly in contact with alien entities etc. Whilst
I do not, and never would, deny the possibility of contact in this form, it just seems odd to me that intelligent alien life chooses to relay
its messages through such odd channels. If Nelson Mandela or Steven Hawking said he had recieved a message, I'd be more inclined to believe...
Despite this, ufology, in its original form, is not entirely dead.
It has changed. And, I hope, for the better.
No multimillion bestselling ex rocket scientist author, or purple haired pendulmn wearing contactee will make me walk away from a subject I know to be
truly important to us as a race. However I will walk away from them gladly, distancing myself as far as I can from their misguided, money
driven circus, and remember what is driving us onward in the quest to solve what could be man's greatest question: are we alone?
And as I walk away I'll be looking up, camera in hand, knowing that there are countless other, normal folk doing the same.
Together, hopefully, we will one day see and capture that single, defining moment that'll justify our steadfastness and tenacity to maintain a
community that refused to allow itself to disappear into a quagmire of commercialism and desperation.